Horrific love. Lovely horror.
The shimmer beyond the spider's web,
Silver in the Sun.
.In mathematical opera, the poet no one knows.
A young boy who
lived in the moon,
Come to Earth to
kill the giant... More > lizard,
Legend.
The most terrible horror? The senseless kind.
Why? The chaos of unknown.
Young Goodman Brown, round
For another witch vigil.
Tarantula you are.
Snakes float in your summer Sun eye.
Zombies find spaceships to take them from ruin.
A moment, human, in bas relief.
This peculiar madhouse.
When his eyes be as blue as the sea.
A small dance in November sun.
All layers and mixtures.
Watch as they play, as they try not to give
Anything away.
They, as we, deserve their day.< Less

Stories of Words. Words used as misunderstanding, satire that goes straight over the wall and the secret of why words hurt so much.Words go deep inside us. Children are proud when they learn to read,... More > then they find out how much words that are their's hurt them. The stories are funny and sad and lonely and scared and brash and boasting. They are objects we invented that along the way became our soul and our heart that are used against us. And that we use against them.< Less

Heart's home perfect, in a journey through longing memories, a girl's mid July tears, wars fought in the soul and in the mind, homecoming when a photo is an entirety of a child, an urban legend... More > linking past beauty with current sad age and most happy ending, letters to the founder of me, a 12-year old going blind and the splendid joy at the finality, a mad miracle at Fifth and Lex, a November gray skied and promise of snow, Gojira, an only hope, a Leif that causes trembles in midnight irony, these and more, to someone waiting for me and for them maybe, a welcome home long time running back to deep Autumn and a friend's face never forgotten for one single second. A love story, all of it. Let me tell you once upon a time on a snowy country road come November....< Less

This is a book about love. The surprises, the nights, dreams and rainbows, falling into, taking with, a series of moments that leave you flailing, the unexpected contentment, all facets of being... More > human, facing the ultimate in all of us--the need to not be alone.< Less

One word, plastic. Kidding. One word, connections. The stories, zany; the titles rhyme. Humans trying to tie everything together. Our portfolio includes an Easter boy and the crazed egg caper. A... More > lizard man and more on the way. Waiter, there's an eye in my martini. And surprises in Orb’s lab. Flies use their ‘branes. Macy's Christmas window gets soaped. Ants get philosophical. There are Sing Sing criminals, and King Kong down to the Sweetie Burger. Love lasts forever. Yeah, well. Summer giggles; autumn ashes. The secret of an old friend I'm not thrilled to tell you. So, open the book, let the denizens breathe. It's getting cramped in there. And lonely. Kind of worrisome, and they have stuff to say. Okay?< Less

Stories of Words. Words used as misunderstanding, satire that goes straight over the wall and the secret of why words hurt so much.Words go deep inside us. Children are proud when they learn to read,... More > then they find out how much words that are their's hurt them. The stories are funny and sad and lonely and scared and brash and boasting. They are objects we invented that along the way became our soul and our heart that are used against us. And that we use against them.< Less

About Barry Eysman

THE SUM OF SAD SMILES is a novel of a diary, written by a 19-year-old boy from a stylized place of perfection, based on a different culture, who is tossed into a fictitious American University, non stylized and based on reality. Sum’s viewpoint on this new world is strictly his own and off-center, because the whole thing baffles him. His dialogue has to be unique, different sounding and structured. And since, .through him, we see this world as he does, you have to pretend to be him as I do. He is not really sure where home was. Or who he really is, or what is real or imagined, including himself. So, everything he sees is questionable. Yet, I must write all of it as totally real. Combine it with supernatural, horror, beauty, fantasy and a quest for love. Not to mention other humans. And secrets within secrets, treading the line between life and death. In other words, writing this was like dancing backwards off the edge of the world. bookfinder4u.com